Zhang Ling had never thought about getting married, so she looked at Aunt Zhang in surprise.
Perhaps because she was not pure-minded, she didn't know how to answer this question for a while.
Li Xiang hoped that Zhang Ling could clarify this answer.
Or Zhang Ling could just give him a confirming look and let him clarify the answer.
He watched Zhang Ling lower her head in embarrassment and stopped talking, and the atmosphere at the scene instantly became awkward.
Aunt Li remembered her father's advice in her mind, and saw Li Xiang's obsession with Zhang Ling. She suddenly understood that whether Zhang Ling and the man in front of her could make it happen, all depends on Zhang Ling's thoughts.
Aunt Li saw that Li Xiang was definitely a good match for Zhang Ling in terms of his demeanor and temperament. She just couldn't figure out what Zhang Ling was hesitating about?
"Zhang Ling, it's not Aunt Zhang who is nagging..."
Aunt Zhang's nosy heart was agitated, and she planned to help Zhang Ling make a decision from her own perspective, so as not to let such a good man slip away from her.
However, Li Xiang didn't want Aunt Zhang to push Zhang Ling too hard. Seeing Zhang Ling's embarrassed look, she might force Zhang Ling away from her.
He took the initiative to interrupt Aunt Zhang's words and said: "Aunt Zhang, this has always been about fate. If fate comes, it will happen naturally. If fate does not come, it is useless even for the person involved to worry. What do you think, Zhang
Aunt?"
These words can be regarded as Li Xiang finding a step for himself.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Aunt Li nodded repeatedly, then looked at Zhang Ling with a smile, "Not bad! Not bad, Zhang Ling, the more you look at the boyfriend you are looking for, the more Aunt Zhang likes it. Be sure to bring Li Xiang as a guest at home when you have time.
ah."
"That's for sure! Even if Aunt Li doesn't say anything, Li Xiang will come to visit in person." Li wanted to say.
Zhang Ling just smiled and nodded.
At this time, Aunt Li glanced at the time and said: "Hey, time is like a wild horse running wild. It disappears without paying attention. The old man asked me to pick up my eldest grandson, but I am almost late. Another day, another day when I am free.
Let’s talk in detail.”
Zhang Ling watched Aunt Li leave in a hurry. She didn't even have time to say goodbye.
Li Xiang recalled Zhang Ling's reaction to evading the question just now, and the affectionate expression on her face at the beginning was no longer there.
As if he was thinking about philosophical questions about the meaning of life, his deep eyes looked at Zhang Ling beside him with a bit of cold severity.
At this time, Zhang Ling vaguely felt that Li Xiang was looking at her with different eyes.
Although she had not yet looked directly into his eyes, her body seemed to be shrouded in a wilderness where ferocious beasts often roamed.
"Just say what you want to say, don't look at me like that." Zhang Ling wanted to say without looking back at Li.
Because she mainly didn't dare to look back, for fear that Li Xiang would see her dark little thoughts.
Li Xiang did have a question lingering in his mind.
That's why sometimes it feels like he and Zhang Ling are very close. It feels like a child who has lost his mother and suddenly adopted a replacement from the orphanage;
Sometimes I feel that he and Zhang Ling are very alienated. This feeling is like the inseparable couple played on the screen. In fact, most of the couples on the screen never meet in real life.
Of course, although these feelings can be described appropriately, he likes to describe them briefly, but he has to formulate a general question to ask.
But Li Xiang has not yet thought of how to put these complex emotions into appropriate words.
Of course, through a brief soul torture method, it was concluded that he still liked her.
Then now is not the time to bring out the negative emotions.
Li Xiang forced himself to restrain the coldness in his eyes, raised his eyes to look at the blue sky, showed a faint smile and said:
"The weather is really nice today! But why am I so hungry for no reason? How about we just find a place to eat."
Zhang Ling didn't hear the remarks she didn't want to hear, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then she put on her smile again and said to him:
"Okay, I know there is a nice little restaurant out front. If you don't mind, how about we go there to eat?"
Li Xiang said with some joy in his heart: "Okay!"
In his opinion, the food in star-rated hotels and restaurants looks exquisite and tastes good, but it always feels unsatisfactory.
He pursues a satisfying meal, but considering the character problem of Zhen Li Xiang, he has never dared to go in and out of the small restaurant blatantly.
Now that Zhang Ling is around, everything will seem normal.
Coming to the small restaurant Zhang Ling mentioned made Li Xiang feel like he was revisiting his old place.
Li Xiang holds the menu of the small restaurant in his hand, still thinking about what to eat?
He accidentally saw a red oil stain on the dining table that had not been wiped clean.
Maybe because Zhen Li wanted to have high standards for himself for a long time, he started to be picky about the sanitary environment here.
So he seemed to be studying what to eat with the menu, but actually he regretted coming to this small restaurant.
Zhang Ling didn't even look at the menu as if she was familiar with it. She had already discussed with the boss which part of the beef was used in the beef stew, whether the knife-shaped noodles are actually shaved with a knife, and she only wanted hand-pulled noodles for the small noodles...
It can be regarded as making things difficult for the owner of the small restaurant.
She didn't order any of the foods mentioned above, and finally ordered a large bowl of mutton noodles based on Li Xiang's advice.
The boss seems to be used to customers like Zhang Ling.
He kept a smile on his face from beginning to end, and at the end he praised Zhang Ling as the best eater.
Li Xiang looked at Zhang Ling's self-effacing smile, letting him know that she must be a regular visitor here.
At this time, he had a question that had been lingering in his mind.
"Zhang Ling, from the first time we met, you gave me the feeling of a strong woman. But when I saw where you lived with your uncle, I was always curious."
Zhang Ling did not dislike the sanitary conditions here like Shangguan Aoxue. She picked up the tea glass on the table and poured water while saying: "What are you curious about?"
Li Xiang stated his problem: "As far as I know, with your current social status, you can buy a larger house in a better community or even a villa area. Why do you always live in such an old house with your uncle?"
community?”
"Because of my dead mother." Zhang Ling put down the kettle in her hand, with a touch of sadness, first pushed a glass of water in front of Li Xiang, then picked up another glass of water and took a few sips, "My dad said that he lived there,
Sometimes you can see your mother’s shadow.”
At first glance, this sounds a bit supernatural. People who don’t understand the specific situation may even find it creepy.
Li Xiang subconsciously picked up the water glass that Zhang Ling pushed over. As soon as he put it to his mouth, he saw a faint lipstick mark on the mouth of the water glass.
He suddenly showed a hint of disgust, put the water glass on the table again and said:
"Oh, I understand. Old people like my uncle are basically nostalgic for the past. I remember that my grandma always kept a broken jade bracelet hidden on her body. Sometimes I can still see her holding the jade bracelet and smiling foolishly.
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After he finished speaking, he looked at the water glass in front of him carefully.
No, rather than saying that he was looking at the water glass in front of him, it would be better to say that he was looking at himself through the mirror of the water glass.
He has become accustomed to a life of high standards, and when he returns to the environment of his previous poor days, he actually feels a little uncomfortable.
He would even despise his former self based on his current high standards.
Has he completely lost himself?
At least now he feels a little lost.
Li Xiang began to worry that he would no longer be the substitute of the real Li Xiang in the future.
Will he still be able to adapt to his previous living environment by then?
"That's right, it's nostalgia!" Zhang Ling said, frowning, "It's the elders who annoy me the most. They never care about our thoughts. Does he know that I'm actually suffering a lot in my heart?"
Although Li Xiang didn't fully understand what Zhang Ling was talking about, he could at least agree with it.
That is, when an old man like grandma sees something and misses someone, he may feel more joy in his heart. But when he sees grandma holding a jade bracelet, he will feel a bit sad in his heart for no reason.
Come.
He knew that no matter what he said at this time, it would seem redundant, and a wrong sentence might cause her to lose control of her emotions in public.
Therefore, he could only use words such as "um" and "oh" appropriately to show that he was listening.
Zhang Ling has no idea about her mother at all. She has never seen even a photo of her mother since she was a child.
Although I have sometimes envied other people's children for having their mothers to take care of them, I have also made strong appeals to my father to get my mother back.
Her father always said to her with helplessness in his distressed eyes: "Son, don't worry, your mother will come back when you are older."
What happens when she fully understands life and death?
But her father ruthlessly told her the truth that her mother had passed away.
Little do they know that this approach of giving a child hope and then ruthlessly cutting off that hope is the greatest harm to the child's soul.
Zhang Ling went through a period of emotional depression. From then on, she seemed to be completely indifferent to "mother" and other related words, but in fact, "mother" became a thorn in her heart.
Zhang Ling had finished her glass of water, and when she was refilling herself, she planned to refill it for Li Xiang as well.
When she reached out to pick up Li Xiang's water glass, she found that the tea had not been touched.
She looked up and saw white flesh thorns on his lips.
Suddenly I understood why he didn't drink tea?
She looked at Li and wanted to say: "It seems that it is really hard for you to sit here with me. I'm sorry, I didn't think well. How about we change to another restaurant? Boss..."
He immediately stopped him and said, "No, don't do this. It's just that I like cold. I want the water to cool down for a while before I drink it."
"Really? Actually..." Zhang Ling looked at Li Xiang suspiciously.
She can ask the boss to add some ice cubes.
Before she said this, she saw Li Xiang reaching out and yelling at her, "I'll drink it now." He held the water glass in his hand again and wiped the lipstick mark on the rim of the glass with his other hand. It looked a bit like
Cow drink is usually finished in a few sips.
He also deliberately burped and said: "It's so happy! I haven't been so happy for a long time."
Zhang Ling finally believed his performance, and the sadness on her face was instantly replaced by a smile.
"Tell me about you. After all, you are the boss of such a big company. The way you drank water just now, it felt more like a rural farmer who was thirsty after working in the fields."
Li Xiang said with a hint of seriousness in his smile: "I am actually a farmer."
Zhang Ling was not surprised by Li Xiang's answer.
She also helped Li Xiang expand his explanation: "Are you still ready to say who in the world is not a farmer?"
Li Xiang's smile completely disappeared and he said, "No. I'm not some angry young man. I'm only talking about myself."
Having said this, he poured a cup of tea himself, feeling a bit like being drunk and emboldened, and drank the tea in one gulp.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Ling felt that something was wrong with the current atmosphere.
Li Xiang continued: "Maybe you will think that what I just said is too unlike the big boss of Zhihua Technology. But I also want to say, if you really think so, you are right."
When Zhang Ling heard this, she was a little suspicious that the teapot was filled with wine, so she poured another glass of water and brought it to her mouth and smelled it.
"There's no smell of wine, why did he start talking drunkenly after just two drinks?" She looked at the water glass in her hand and muttered in confusion.
"You think I'm drunk? Don't doubt it. I admit that I am indeed drunk." Li Xiang saw Zhang Ling's thoughts and said clearly, and then pointed with a water glass, "This is not wine! How can it be intoxicating? What is really intoxicating is
You Zhang Ling."
Everyone else in the small restaurant looked over after hearing Li Xiang's words. Especially the women's eyes seemed to be shining with dazzling light.
"I can intoxicate people!" Zhang Ling's heart began to throb inexplicably after hearing these words.
She thought Li Xiang was talking about love in this way on purpose.
I thought Li Xiang was clumsy and slow-tongued, but I didn't expect him to be quite capable.
"Yes, you can be intoxicating." He suddenly stood up, like a poet singing, "When we first met, your temperament, words, and even body fragrance all made me intoxicated."
When the male guests in the small restaurant saw Li Xiang's expression, they all lowered their heads to cover their appearance, as if Li Xiang was embarrassing the men.
The female guests, seeing Li Xiang's extraordinary temperament and good looks, were all envious and jealous of Zhang Ling! They complained about why they hadn't met such a boyfriend?
Zhang Ling glanced around the small restaurant with a bit of embarrassment, and wanted to stretch out her hand to ask Li Xiang to sit down and talk.
Or maybe Li Xiang didn't want to sit down and express these things in the first place, and avoided Zhang Ling's grasp of his hand;
Or maybe Zhang Ling sincerely hopes that Li Xiang can continue such a scene. She is indeed somewhat eager to know what Li Xiang will say next?
Li Xiang continued: "Did you know that that night, you flowed unintentionally like moonlight, soaking my thin clothes, intruding into my helpless chest, and cramping my heart..."
Zhang Ling never expected that Li Xiang would actually recite poems on the spot like a poet.
Whether it is an impromptu performance or has been prepared? It doesn't matter anymore.
She finally understood her position in his mind.
"...But your lingering voice is like hot coals, making my ice-like heart burn hot again..."
At this time, the boss looked a little embarrassed and put two bowls of noodles on the table and said: "Young people, stop reciting poems. You two have enough food, so you should sit down and eat first."
Zhang Ling lowered her head a little shyly because of the boss's "young couple".
Some female diners thought Zhang Ling heard the deep love expressed by Li Xiang's impromptu singing. They even reminded Zhang Ling not to miss a man like Li Xiang.
In fact, Li Xiang did not say the most critical words.
He really wanted to continue his poetic expression, but his boss had already pulled him out of the beautiful artistic conception he had constructed.
Now I want to continue singing, but when the words come to my mouth, I can't make any sound.
